The pebble skipped four times across the mercurial surface before plopping completely into the pond.

Dyguleon wagged his tail fiercely. He always loved the sound of a rock tip-toeing across the water’s surface.

Roe’s tongue peeked out of his mouth as he held a rock ready in an attempt to beat my throw. Neither of us could really see all that far, as dark as the night was, so we had no way of fairly judging our game of rock tossing.

He launched his stone and moments later we could hear the pitter-patter of earth against water. And Dyguleon’s tail wagged on.